Often the western wind has sung to me, <br />There have been voices in the streams and meres, <br />And pitiful trees have told me, God, of Thee : <br />And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears. <br /> <br />The reeds have whispered low as I passed by, <br />' Be strong, O friend, be strong, put off vain fears, <br />Vex not they soul with doubts, God cannot lie ' : <br />And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears. <br /> <br />There have been many stars to guide my feet, <br />Often the delicate moon, hearing my sighs, <br />Has rent the clouds and shown a silver street; <br />And I saw not. Oh ! open Thou mine eyes. <br /> <br />Angels have beckoned me unceasingly, <br />And walked with me ; and from the sombre skies <br />Dear Christ Himself has stretched out hands to me ; <br />And I saw not. Oh ! open Thou mine eyes.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-70/
